Clean Lyrics

They way I'm feeling with the creps looking clean,

Gclo top on me,

Baby girl nah this ain't supreme,

You don't wanna fuck with the dream,

Might see sommit on your head like a beam,

The levels I've already been,

Done that shit in 2016,

Still I'm tryna be up right now,

Mixing maggy in the cup right,

Fuck around might around might hit the blunt right,

Head boppin with the bass going loud,

She wanna meet for some food at couch,

Quick little munch then I might roll out,

You just close your mouth,

Niggas say drip but I'm calling drought,

I'm pretty sure that she likes me,

Giving the eyes tryna look all feisty,

She's tryna tell me to leave and all my friends and cut

But shit that ain't really like me,

I don't do this shit for the hype b,

When I'm in a dance know I step in the Nikes,

I just go for the vibes and energy,

Never turn my back cause I got no enemies,

Been on a wave you can not try level me,

I went to go C my babes in central,

We was getting lizzy it was meant to be,

Then I head to the park,

I might bill up a paper plane get my juice then spark,

Uno it's funny how they move with the arts

Losing the passion straight from the start,

But wait cool relax please,

Shawty say how could this be,

It's not me but it's you,

Say nothing else leave clues,

Still tryna find my palace,

Leather black jacket looking padded

Braids on point just to add in,

She wanna call me Aladdin,

Cause I step on them like a carpet,

She say nah you bark it,

Tryna hear my sound on target,

Don't roll deep no targets.

I'm tryna head to the fatherst,

So hold me there through the darkens,

Tryna leave my print no cartridge,

Take my shot no portraits

She cold so I call her my sorbet,

I'm sprinkled with sauce no salt bae,

It was hard to ignore she was on me,

I'm stepping on them like I'm sisqo,

Cortez tee with the cargos,

She wanted a drink but the bars closed,

Look I am who I am and I said what I said,

Only fucking with bitches I think that are leng,

Don't add to the tally if she ain't a ten,

My girl a stunner you can't comprehend,

All of you niggas ain't moving like men,

Your clocking is ticking I'm counting to ten,

Bad Lil bitch and she said that her tummy hurts,

I'm tryna hit and give her that remedy,

Bro it's embarrassing you think you ahead of me

Fuck it wait !

Zizi for lunch got lot on my plate,

I might just crash it and leave it a state,

She heard my flow and she think that I'm great,

Oh thanks,

Big smile on my face when I head bank,

Who am I lying I check it online,

That money ain't your 3 digits behind,